MOTHERBOARD

Here where it's warm
under the roof of the sky full with stars
the smoke is filling up the cups of a celebration
with the calm of sazhen's and versts
Here where there the polar night
sleeps quietly watched by a convoy
and the barking of dogs caressing my hearing
bringing to a zero the stream of small talk

this is more than a craddle
more than a revenge or a award
I know here each and every electron
this is without a doubt

my MOTHERBOARD

Here where the light go out
in unison with the traffic of the subway
the blue asphalt and the black granite
wisper of chstnut trees and broken glass
for those who do not sleep

I recognize the voltage
as a face is touched by a butt-stock
it is not easy to admit and say it out loud
that this is without a doubt

my MOTHERBOARD

and one can try to escape
and cover the traces by paper
but one won't be able to loose
malachite and jasper from one's chest

salt on the dryed up lips
the 28th patch on your jeans
rapture and pain, envy and fear
this is unconsciously

my MOTHERBOARD

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